You
I don't think you understand how deep my love runs for you...
On a grey day, I would stand on the clouds with a brush, and paint the skies blue...
I would blow on the sun to strike kindling to fire, to keep you warm on those cold, winter days...
I would steal, kill, and lie...
I would even die, for you to give me one loving gaze...
You are my church... You are my heart... You are all that I need...
You are my illusions and disparaging delusions... You are the envy of my greed...
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